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Who: Clarence with Elliott, Yotsuyu, and then maybe YOU??

What: Attempting to avoid home

When: Early April (the 3rd) and onward

Where: Visiting with the Naeuris, and out at various parks

Rating/Warnings: Teenage angst, possible mentions of previous memory murder

April 3rd-5th, Closed: Elliott and Yotsuyu

Although Yotsuyu had offered to let Clarence come over whenever he wished he hadn't planned on taking her up on it so quickly. Or under such strained circumstances. Though it probably wouldn't have happened at all if Clarence hadn't been on the verge of tears when he first ran into Elliott that Friday at school.

He hadn't asked if he could bring Cheddar with him but he wasn't going to leave his cat at a house he wasn't staying in, even if it was only for one night or two. So now Elliott had to contend with a cat as well as an extra sleeping bag on the floor of his room. Yotsuyu had to find a way to feed another person for the whole weekend. And Clarence... Clarence didn't want to say anything. Just painful things were going to come out of his mouth anyway.

April 6th-10th, Open: Various Parks

There's a thin, scowling teenage boy wandering around parks after school and well into evening for several days over the second week of April. Most notably would be the cat he had harnessed with a lead to take it with him on walks through the park. While the cat seems content enough to flop around in the dirt and grass while stalking the occasional bug, the teenager seems less than thrilled.

Mostly he sticks to sitting on benches or under trees, his backpack next to him while he attempts to do his homework. Occasionally he gives up on this and takes out a sketch book instead, taking time to flex his artistic muscles instead. He seems a lot happier when he's sketching but after a good half hour an alarm on his phone will go off and, scowling again, he goes back to hitting the books.

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Crud. Jeez, oh gee. Duck! He didn't mean to make Mr. Crowley think this was his fault. Sure, he asked, but Clarence could have walked away. He just... didn't want to. Heavens, he was way too vulnerable lately.

Nodding, he swallowed down all the worst of his feelings and blinked back up at Anthony. "It's... I get it. I don't hate Kris. I don't want her to hate me, either."

"People get into arguments. It happens all the time. Fortunately making up happens all the time too."

Which was what he had in mind as he stood up from his work and brushed the dirt off his hands onto a clean rag he was carrying around with him.

"Now I'm feeling like I need something chocolate."

And he just so happened to have spotted a little ice cream cart.

"Would you or your friend like one?"

Best way to forget troubles for a little while was ice cream.

Clarence nods mutely, throat still constricted from emotion. Swallowing, he huffs out a silent chuckle then forces himself to speak.

"Trying to buy back some brownie points?" But there isn't any anger in his voice, just a bit of emotional hollowness. He tries to smile and it twists into a cringe. "I... yeah. If you don't mind."

He didn't necessarily want this guy to spend money on him, but something sweet sounded too tempting after all that bitterness welling up inside him.

"A little bribery never hurt anyone."

He spoke in jest, giving the kid mischievous smile that matched his attempt to smooth things over. Besides it wasn't much. The two cones were less than five bucks and Clarence could always play that forward and help some one else who needed it.

Once he had the ice creams he walked back over to where boy and cat were and took a seat with them. The cone was handed over.

"Besides, I don't mind. It's the least I can do really after upsetting you like that."

"See, now you're saying stuff adults shouldn't say to kids." But even as he said that, Clarence felt a little of his stiffness melting away. Crowley may not have been the best moral guide, but he was easy enough to find likable.

Clarence took the chocolate cone and took a bite. The cold was a bit of a shock to the system but the flavor was a welcome distraction. "Thanks, it's really good."

"Hey, don't worry about it. I'll... keep working on getting over it." Because he couldn't say he was over it honestly. It wasn't really Anthony he was angry or upset with, not nearly as much as he was with the situation itself.

"Eh... I'll put it on the list, 'Things not to say or you will screw up your kids forever'."

He had a feeling this was going to be a long list and one he would end up forgetting bits of as he went along. He was making the effort to be a good person, he was! It was just harder for him than others... There was always some kind of far too tempting mischief to get into.

Anthony tucked into his own cone and allowed the chocolate to melt over his tongue. It wasn't exactly refreshing but it was nice and cool.

"Try not to force it. If things are tough you are allowing to react to that. Don't feel like you have to pretend to be fine for me or for anyone else."

Cheddar seemed interested in Clarence's cone, but he knew chocolate wasn't good for cats. He made a note to pull out the dish he brought with him and pour out some water from his tumbler once he had both hands free.

"You're too nice, Mister Crowley," Clarence said plainly after a few moments of quietly eating his ice cream. "Especially to some punk kid like me."

Too nice. Too nice... for some reason that sent the prickles running around on the back of his neck. It was an absolutely base-less reaction so he pushed it down and instead dove back into his ice cream cone.

"Nah... I'm just doing what anyone would do. Besides, us punk kids need to stick together."

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